It Feels Like

It feels as if the former bond Has been hacked through by a blade of steel… I asked the Almighty, quietly praying, To let me into the endless distances. The train waits patiently, but instead of me In the free and cushioned seat Someone new may sit, not the old I. So the carriage won't get crowded. For heavy baggage will only weigh down The shell grown coarse in everyday life. I must pack less of the needless into my might. Break the whole world into little pieces. The intellect sorts out fragments of the canvas. Feeds them to the bloated ego. My McGregor is strong, but even he got tired Of smashing the brazen egregore. Exhausted, sweaty, gripping the hilt, Having waited for the moment in the eternal fight. A swing, an instant, a blow… it got easier to breathe. Someone got pinned flat on their back. The fight is over, and a draw has won. The spirit, spotless in a clear crystal. Here's the fare for the ride — the brazen I… My ticket to the endless distances.